The energetic nymph rode DJ pretty hard, staring back at me the whole time. The way she gazed at me, it was as if I could feel every thrust. She scoot...ed around in an athletic move and fucked him cowgirl style, maintaining eye contact with me to make sure I was enjoying the show.At the risk of missing something, I leaned ahead and awkwardly removed my soaked panties and sat back on the kitchen chair, where I continued to watch and rub myself.My furry red muff glistened as I succumbed to a small. There was something in her voice that made me feel comfortable with her, and I assume the reverse was true, as she wanted to talk about the arrangements. As I stood in the airport, holding a sign with her name, as instructed, I started to get a nervous excitement. I noticed the sweatpants first, bright red made her stand-out of the crowd, and I could not believe how beautiful the woman walking towards me was. Lost in her beauty, it wasn't until she game me a hug, that I regained my wits. I took. "He must be like a blank slate muse as much to herself as to me. "For God's sake, Sara, he's like every woman's fantasy, isn't he?" she asks, suddenly realizing the possibilities. "Think of the things you could teach him!" I'm only helping him overcome his stuttering, Jenny," I answer, not sure if I'm trying to convince her or myself."Well, keep me posted on how that progresses," she smiles as if she's reading my mind. I can't believe my sister is suggesting what I think she's suggesting but. I could tell she couldn't take it, and I wasn't fucking her hard. She couldn't take getting fucked well and her vagina wasn't very fun to fuck. Needless to say I was becoming bored with her. These hookups were becoming an inconvenience.I finished fucking her and came barely at all in her. I dressed and left without speaking, having gotten what I came for and not being very satisfied by it. She watched without saying anything, still disappointed.The week after that, Friday afternoon. I sat in.